“ For these things I weep; My eyes run down with water; Because far from me is a comforter, One who restores my soul. My children are desolate Because the enemy has prevailed.”
Waxyaalahan daraaddood ayaan la ooyayaa, oo indhahayga ilmaa ka daadanaysa, Maxaa yeelay, kii i qalbi qaboojin lahaa oo naftayda u raaxayn lahaa waa iga fog yahay. Carruurtaydii way cidloobeen, maxaa yeelay, cadowgii baa iga adkaaday.
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